Wicked Wednesday with Brynna Curry’s Fire’s Ice

 

Fire’s Ice

Author:  Brynna Curry

Series: Elemental Magic Book 5

Genre: Erotic Romance/Paranormal
ISBN: 9781616503956
Length: Novella
Word Count: 25,000
ePub Page Count: 83

Publisher:  Lyrical Press, Inc.

Publication Date: June 18, 2012
Cover art by: Renee Rocco
 
http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=341
 

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Brynna-Curry/e/B0043WRLUS

 

Blurb: Ultimate power, or endless love?

Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin’s spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his.

Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love–a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart.

WARNING: Two stubborn sexy wizards using magic with no bounds, scorching love scenes, and happy ever after. Ever play with fire?

 

Excerpt – (Hot) *edited slightly – actual book text may vary

Slipping into the frothy bubbles, Arianne sighed and let the reality of her situation sink in. I am finally out of that wretched circle. True enough, but she was still in a prison of sorts. One with running water, walls, food that didn’t taste like air, and a sexy male witch bent on driving her to frustration. Not so bad, all things considered.

Being trapped didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed changes in the world around her for the last thousand years. She tipped her feet out of the water, waved toward them, and turned her toenails a bright fiery red. A soft tapping sounded at the door. Her maddening laird had returned.

“Okay in there?” Devin’s voice sounded hesitant. “Breakfast is ready.”

Time to ruffle the phoenix’s feathers a bit. “There is no need to be shy, Devin. You can come in.”

* * * *

The sound of splashing water rippled past Devin’s ears. Temptress. Knowing Ari was just on the other side of the door, naked and wet, willing to succumb to every fantasy he could imagine, was a torment in itself. All he had to do was accept her sultry invitation and toss aside his plan. But she deserved a sweet slide into love, not the wild, mad rush of pleasure he craved. One palm rested on the door of its own volition, ready to comply. Not yet. Now, if only his traitorous body would listen to his heart. “That depends, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” she called out from the other side. “On what?”

Devin chuckled at the line, but he just couldn’t resist teasing her. “What are you wearing?”

She laughed. “Bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Share them with me.”

He saw it so clearly. Ari’s creamy skin peeking through the frothy bubbles. Open, welcoming. Need clawed under the skin, screamed at him. Why the hell not? Feeling a quiver of desire vibrate through his body, he called her bluff. “And what would you have me do with those bubbles? Hmm, Ari?”

“Oh, I am sure you could think of something. Something deliciously wicked. I have shared your dreams. I know your fantasies, lover.”

Oh, you have no idea. His mind made up, Devin opened the door.

She lay in his huge garden tub, feet propped up on the rim, eyes closed, waterfall of black hair piled on top of her head. A soft smile graced her face. So she was enjoying their teasing banter. “Have you changed your mind and decided to join me?”

“Maybe.” No reason he couldn’t push them both to the edge. Pulling the t-shirt over his head, Devin tossed it into the corner. He laid his cellphone on the sink–out of danger–kneeled by the edge of the tub and dipped one hand into cooling water, using his magic to heat it.

“Mmm. Nice.”

He let his voice drop to a whisper as he leaned close to her ear. “I want to slick my hands over every inch of your skin until you shiver from the heat.” His fingers found the back of her knee in the water and trailed higher along the inside of her thigh until he touched her softness. “Then I’d slip inside you, Ari. Make love to you slowly until you cried out my name. And then…”

“And then…”

“I’d take more.” His name fell from her lips with a sigh and the sound of it, the moment was one he wouldn’t trade for any other. Mine. Always.

Link to extended sample on publisher’s site – http://www.lyricalpress.com/samples/brynnacurry_firesice.html

 

Author Bio: Paranormal romance and romantic suspense author Brynna Curry is a lifelong believer in the importance of reading. She enjoys the writing process, helping others hone their craft by lending her time to review books, critique manuscripts and serving as a contest judge. She loves hearing from her readers.

When she isn’t writing, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read, at the park with her children, or just spending an quiet evening at home with her husband Jackie watching old westerns on TV. She lives in North Alabama where the history is rich with music and culture, forests and lakes are abundant and beautiful, and every day is another adventure.

 

Visit her at www.brynnacurry.com.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Brynna-Curry/123687767669232

Twitter: @BrynnaCurry http://twitter.com/#!/brynnacurry

 

 

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